Within the perilous magic array, the magical whirlwind raged like a violent beast. Everyone's strength was nearly exhausted, and both body and mind were pushed to the absolute limit. Yet in each person's eyes burned an unyielding flame—a desire to live and a steadfast pursuit of victory.
Gazing at the flaw in the magical whirlwind, Zhang Yue shouted aloud, "Brothers and sisters, success or failure rides on this single moment! If we stand united, we will surely break through this predicament!" His voice was hoarse yet filled with strength, exploding like a thunderclap in the chaotic space. Though his upright figure looked somewhat battered, his garments tattered and stained with blood, the longsword in his hand still shone with a resolute light, acting like a beacon guiding everyone forward.
Ziyan gripped her Staff tightly, nodding slightly as she said with a resolute gaze, "That's right! Relying on one another, we will surely conquer this evil power!" Her voice was crisp and resolute. Though her delicate frame trembled slightly and sweat poured down her forehead, the light on her Staff, however faint, held her endless faith. Like a twinkling star in the night sky—tiny yet brilliant—that light brought a glimmer of hope to everyone.
Chapter 113